Last night I went to Soho to check out rockabilly club night; The Golden Pompadour. Hosted every Friday night at St Moritz on Wardour Street, a really lovely little venue with lots of character, it seemed like it could be a great night. Unfortunately I had to leave before the bands started to catch the last train home.
I actually ended up missing the train and had to stay at my cousins, got about two hours sleep before getting up at 5.30am to wander the streets of Acton (new territory to me) to try and find the tube station, travel halfway across London to Victoria to get the train home and then back out again half hour after I got home to get to work. Calamity!